Oh yeah. That’s how we’re starting.
I went to class this morning sort of knowing that I was going to have a rough one. I’d gotten off at 1:30am after a 13+ hour, absolutely brutal shift. My feet and ankles and knees and muscles and hips and back were hurting so bad when I got off work that even a hot bath didn’t help. I only got a few hours sleep when I got up to go to class today at 9am (with my body still sore and painful). I’m now post-shower and due in to work by 4pm, so I’m going to try to squeeze in a nap in a few.
I don’t have much to say because I didn’t actually do much in class. The only thing I can say is that I stayed in the room despite the strong urge to just sit in the lobby ’till it was all over. I did less than half the postures. It sucked.
I always have this guilt when I’m having a bad class or not able to do postures. Like I’m not taking the teacher’s job seriously enough, or the yoga seriously enough (if that makes sense). So I felt terrible physically and mentally during those 90 minutes. I feel slightly less creaky now, but my ankles and feet still really hurt. I wish I had magical cloud shoes to wear to work tonight.